Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.